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Heart of Carlton

 


Heart of Carlton

(I love yas all)


Hard to receive. Easier to give. Yet in giving we receive. & receiving… does everyone give?

Give what? how? when? why? where?

Geography Enquiry questions.

Is that too quantitative for something far more subtle & woven, yet fact.

Still shit happens.

It’s called Life.

& Life is change.

A beautiful woman opens something me inner & outer. As beauty is.

But beauty can fade or deepen.

Eggs in one basket?

I’ve loved & paid the cost.

Still, as Edith sings “ non, je ne regret rien.”

As a man with down syndrome once said to me over a pony of draught “every day I grow””.

BB countered “every day I have the blues.”

A Grime artist once sang every day I pray”, as I do, most.

But it was decided between them & the producer that “do do do do do” would foundation over the votive for commercial benefit.

Subtlety.

The Invisible.

The Secret.

The heart of a man.


My exwife Daniele & I had 10 wonderful years. The last 2 very painful. Much illness for her & Many deaths. Much loss. Knocked off balance. Singing in your shop help so much. Hopefully it helps others xx


I still don’t know what judgement is.

English has too many meanings.

Art comes closest for me.

In singing I have absolute faith.

But as the saying goes “no one sees My face & lives.”

Wild xx


Very strange time in History.

I’m wary of closing on a mask/tradition. Love & faith are broader than that.

Yet all this is just bloody theology.

A load of codswallop.

What is is what is xx

Ineffable for me.

certainly beyound any words I might write or say.

Occasionally a jigsaw piece beckons me to continue community & song deep spirit time being faith love imagination compassion labour patience tolerance sustainability conciliation to First Nations 

Reconciliation etc etc… infinitely eternally intimately… finis et eternis commencement In the beginning, as Kev Carmody says “the beginning has begun…”


As my father Seamus, wisely conselled when I was young asking who/what am I? “You’ll only ever be Malachi Doyle.”


I’m as good as anyone else, but no better.

As everyone, in times of sober honest reflection should know.


On the Journey…




Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.

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